- [Voiceover] Maybe it's my fault.
Maybe I led you to believe it was easy when it wasn't.
Maybe I made you think my highlights
started at the free thrower and not in the gym.
Maybe I made you think that every
shot I took was a game winner.
That my game was built on flash and not fire.
Maybe it's my fault that you didn't
see that fear of you gave me strength.
That my pain was my motivation.
Maybe I led you to believe that basketball
was a god-given gift and not something
I worked for every single day of my life.
Maybe I destroyed the game
or maybe you're just making excuses.
(string instrumentals)
- [Voiceover] What if we had that kind of attitude?
The car is repossessed, nobody believes in you,
you've lost again and again and again.
The lights are cut off, but you're still looking
at your dream, reviewing it everyday.